Yesterday Charlie came home with a spring in his step. The reason for this is a new driving instructor (his last had a bereavement in the family). It’s funny how some instructors have a flair for installing confidence and bringing out the best in people. This new guy has certainly buoyed up my self-doubting husband. He did however, make a minuscule mistake -he hit the kerb just once. An error he will not be repeating he hastened to add. Monday, his new teacher has promised to go through the dreaded reversing routine. Reversing is the bane of learner bus drivers. Two people have failed in as many days for failing to keep to line when reversing. Enough for now on Charles…
This picture was taken at 11 am, (it's in a field across from where we live.)
As you can see - it’s a very grey morn- one that makes you envious of people living in hot countries. My stepdaughter Nic and her boyfriend Steve have gone backpacking in Australia...
This picture was taken at 11 am, (it's in a field across from where we live.)
As you can see - it’s a very grey morn- one that makes you envious of people living in hot countries. My stepdaughter Nic and her boyfriend Steve have gone backpacking in Australia...They've already used up five weeks of the two-year permit. Needless to say, they loved the bones of the Sydney. And who wouldn’t? They were amazed at Sydney’s stunning Harbour Bridge. And full of admiration for the lovely opera house. Plus they adored the brilliant Blue Ocean and kilometre of golden sand on Bondi Beach. But with work being scarce they purchased a Volvo and camping equipment and headed up to Brisbane. (These will be sold to other backpackers when they head for home).
After Sydney though, Brisbane didn’t quite cut the mustard. There were myriads of back packers and too little jobs. Added to the mix was the area was considerably more expensive and Brisbane’s unbearably clammy heat. After a few sticky days, a phone call alerted them to a job opening in Sydney. Retracing their steps, they clocked up a massive 450 miles on route.
This is beginning not the end. And like us, you’ll have to wait a little longer to find out where destiny leads them…
After Sydney though, Brisbane didn’t quite cut the mustard. There were myriads of back packers and too little jobs. Added to the mix was the area was considerably more expensive and Brisbane’s unbearably clammy heat. After a few sticky days, a phone call alerted them to a job opening in Sydney. Retracing their steps, they clocked up a massive 450 miles on route.
This is beginning not the end. And like us, you’ll have to wait a little longer to find out where destiny leads them…
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